33rd Of Spring 513 AV
A long day. A very long day.
K had been working all day, which was unusual, but because of the lack of personality switching this was his fate. Running around all day had it's benefits though, he had constantly been on the eyes of many. This man...Sadly, was in his prime in his mind. Meaning he knew that he was perfect, he thought that he was perfect, even the girls told him he was perfect. Well most at least, most of the girls of Syliras knew not of his name but of his game. Perhaps this was a title given to him bequeathed by himself? Perhaps it was an honor manifested by his pride? For he never knew because he never pondered. He never questioned his talent, his power, his...Being.
The young man, being freshly seventeen years old, had always been raging with energy. Since his coming of age however, he had been more sexually active. Speaking to women with no seduction...But bluntness. He knew no tactics to seduce a women, no tactics to make her beg, no tactics of foreplay. He only knew one thing and that was, what to do inside the bedroom. Sometimes in the woods, but that was a story for another time. As this day progressed he began to feel fatigued. He had been had, by the clutches of awesomeness. He had been hustling deals and talking to people gathering information, being his prideful self, he only associated with those of a hire class. The only contact he had with commoners were women, and even then they had to be beautiful or very good with their ways.
Now the boy had found himself...In the place that he really considered one of the lowest. The rearing stallion. He had not really so much as hated the establishment but more of the gathering of commoners. However this was their turf, so he would certainly choose to respect, or this would end up in a bar fight. Which in the end would end up in..Ser Corben and the knights making him do exercises. He shivered at the thought of such an idea, after all he was just pointing it out, they did the poor part on their own.
He looked around and had noticed all the couples, all the looking in each others eyes and love filling the air. "Love...Heh." He muttered to himself. "Who needs it...Who needs them." He hadn't talked to Kise all day. So the loneliness was very understandable. Here he sat, at a table...By himself. Inside the swamp of love and good times. Of course he could always walk up to a female and say that he was a squire and needed her ..."Service." But that didn't feel like it would help, it didn't feel like it would feel in the void. He was tired of just sex. There was no work, there was no emotion. The girls really didn't remember him, they really didn't care much for his name. He was just a simple guy when it came to the subject...He wasn't a master. He pulled out his Tamo daggers and looked at his reflection in both together. Letting out a deep sigh he asked the gods softly, "Am I...Worth it?" He said with a lot of heart. "When will I be worth it."
A long day. A very long day.
K had been working all day, which was unusual, but because of the lack of personality switching this was his fate. Running around all day had it's benefits though, he had constantly been on the eyes of many. This man...Sadly, was in his prime in his mind. Meaning he knew that he was perfect, he thought that he was perfect, even the girls told him he was perfect. Well most at least, most of the girls of Syliras knew not of his name but of his game. Perhaps this was a title given to him bequeathed by himself? Perhaps it was an honor manifested by his pride? For he never knew because he never pondered. He never questioned his talent, his power, his...Being.
The young man, being freshly seventeen years old, had always been raging with energy. Since his coming of age however, he had been more sexually active. Speaking to women with no seduction...But bluntness. He knew no tactics to seduce a women, no tactics to make her beg, no tactics of foreplay. He only knew one thing and that was, what to do inside the bedroom. Sometimes in the woods, but that was a story for another time. As this day progressed he began to feel fatigued. He had been had, by the clutches of awesomeness. He had been hustling deals and talking to people gathering information, being his prideful self, he only associated with those of a hire class. The only contact he had with commoners were women, and even then they had to be beautiful or very good with their ways.
Now the boy had found himself...In the place that he really considered one of the lowest. The rearing stallion. He had not really so much as hated the establishment but more of the gathering of commoners. However this was their turf, so he would certainly choose to respect, or this would end up in a bar fight. Which in the end would end up in..Ser Corben and the knights making him do exercises. He shivered at the thought of such an idea, after all he was just pointing it out, they did the poor part on their own.
He looked around and had noticed all the couples, all the looking in each others eyes and love filling the air. "Love...Heh." He muttered to himself. "Who needs it...Who needs them." He hadn't talked to Kise all day. So the loneliness was very understandable. Here he sat, at a table...By himself. Inside the swamp of love and good times. Of course he could always walk up to a female and say that he was a squire and needed her ..."Service." But that didn't feel like it would help, it didn't feel like it would feel in the void. He was tired of just sex. There was no work, there was no emotion. The girls really didn't remember him, they really didn't care much for his name. He was just a simple guy when it came to the subject...He wasn't a master. He pulled out his Tamo daggers and looked at his reflection in both together. Letting out a deep sigh he asked the gods softly, "Am I...Worth it?" He said with a lot of heart. "When will I be worth it."
